On Friday, my 8yo was retelling a Calvin and Hobbes comic.
Something about Calvin convincing his mother that they should go out for pizza by emphasizing to her that she wouldn’t have to spend all that time in the kitchen cooking and then washing dishes.
My son said, “I think the way you do it is so much better, Mom. Y’know, just doing the dishes every couple of days.”
I literally felt my heart sink.
In retelling the story to hubby, he said in mock shock, “What? Hasn’t he been reading your blog?”
My response – “Hasn’t he been LIVING IN OUR HOUSE?”
I’m doing better. I’ve been doing better for over a year now.
Yes, I’m still far from perfect. But for the most part, I’ve done the dishes EVERY SINGLE NIGHT for a year now. But somehow in my child’s mind, I’m still a once-every-few-days-dishwashing kind of mom.